Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

(Thanks to "Black Armor of Cloud Sea City" for the [Master Certification] x2, an extra chapter for the master!)

Gregor stood to the side, listening to Lynn and Field's conversation without interrupting.

His gaze swept around the hall and landed on Wayne, who in turn saw him.

The two people looked at each other across the crowd and nodded.

Just then, another familiar face entered through the hall entrance; it was Alphonse.

He wore a deep purple robe embroidered with fine silver runes.

His face was paler than before, almost bloodless, his lips were very pale, his eyelashes were long, and his fingers were slender.

He walked very lightly, with small steps, which looked rather awkward.

Hmm...it actually has a touch of feminine beauty...

He walked up to Lynn and stopped.

"Lord Lynn, congratulations on your advancement to the Stigmata." His voice was soft, with an indescribable neutral quality.

Lynn looked into his eyes.

Alphonse's pupils are a bit darker than normal, and there are two overlapping figures deep within his pupils.

Lynn's heart stirred, and he vaguely had some guesses.

The parsing has started.

Lines of data surfaced in my mind.

[Target]: Alphonse

[Rank]: First-Circle Wizard

[Note]: The mental strength is different from that of ordinary people. The soul structure presents a dual-core state. The main soul and the parasitic ghost are completely integrated to form a symbiotic structure of one body and two souls.

...

really...

Lynn withdrew his analysis.

So that's why Alphonse joined Marfa's school.

I had always suspected that there was something wrong with the ghostly girl next to Alphonse, and it seems that he and she have completely merged during this time.

It is a body with two souls, possessing both the consciousness of the original person and the consciousness of the ghost.

Two kinds of consciousness coexist in the same body, share the same senses, and influence each other.

However... the existence of two souls will likely affect Alphonse's future cultivation.

"Your Highness Alphonse, it's been a long time."

Lynn's voice was calm.

Alphonse's lips twitched slightly.

"Lord Lynn is too kind. There is only Alphonse here, no His Highness."

The two chatted briefly about their apprenticeship days.

He mentioned his experiences on the ship, the trials he went through, and his "old classmates" who had drifted apart.

He spoke softly, pausing occasionally as if recalling something.

Lynn listened patiently the whole time without interrupting, and her attitude was extremely amiable.

However, he also had some doubts.

Why is Alphonse suddenly so sentimental? This doesn't fit his usual persona.

Is it because I'm getting old?

Alphonse seemed to realize something was wrong, and put down his glass to look at Lynn.

"I will be paying you a visit in a few days. Would that be convenient for you, Lord Lynn?"

Lynn nodded. "You're welcome anytime."

Alphonse paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting Lynn to agree so easily.

His eyes widened slightly, and the two figures deep within his pupils separated and then reunited, before revealing a genuine smile.

Perhaps... Lynn might have a way...

The effort to make connections back then has finally paid off.

Back then on the ship, I traded ten magic stones for the opportunity to visit the Holy Mark Wizard.

If others knew, they would probably hate him to the core.

Lynn stood there, watching Alphonse's departing figure.

The reason I agreed to Alphonse's visit was indeed due to the ten magic stones from back then.

However, this bond can only be used once; after that, the two will return to their respective identities.

As time went on, more and more people filled the hall.

Several Stigmata Wizards also arrived one after another.

The gaunt old man was the first to enter, wearing a gray-black robe with the mark of the Holy Mark of Fear embroidered inside the cuffs.

He walked up to Lynn and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Lord Lynn, congratulations on your advancement to Saint Mark."

"What happened before was all a misunderstanding. We took action after receiving the college's notification, but we didn't have time to verify their identities. We apologize in person another day."

Lynn returned the greeting. "It's alright. It's all for the sake of the academy's stability."

The gaunt old man nodded and stepped aside.

The woman in shadow followed the gaunt old man in. She walked up to Lynn and bowed slightly. "I apologize for what happened before."

Lynn nodded. "Let's not talk about the past."

The woman retreated to the side of the withered old man.

The white-haired man with the Great Injustice Seed and the Ice Saint Mark was the third to enter.

He walked up to Lynn, his expression still somewhat unpleasant.

He was pinned down in the Stigmata Domain by Lynn and had no power to resist. If Lynn hadn't shown mercy, he probably would have perished in the Stigmata Domain.

However... thinking of Lynn's terrifying Saint Mark Domain, the white-haired man's dissatisfaction gradually dissipated.

It's just that I'm not as skilled as others.

His lips twitched a few times, and finally he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I apologize for what happened before."

Lynn glanced at him. "Sir, the matter concerning the domain was a misunderstanding. I apologize for any offense."

Han Bing nodded and turned to leave.

The Wind and Thunder system's fourth ring was the last to enter.

He was wearing a blue robe, with the blue jade pendant hanging at his waist.

He walked up to Lynn and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I apologize for what happened before. I will come to apologize in person another day."

Lynn nodded. "It's alright."

The four rings of the Wind and Thunder system retreated to the side.

Then... Marfa came in.

She was not wearing a silver mask, but rather a magnificent silver-white dress.

The gown was embroidered with fine silver patterns that stretched from the neckline to the hem, shimmering under the light.

Her hair was piled on top of her head, revealing her slender neck. Her skin was very fair, and her lips were painted with light red lipstick. She stood out conspicuously among the group of black-robed wizards.

Behind her followed several wizards dressed in silver-white robes, all members of her faction.

Marfa walked into the hall, her gaze sweeping around before settling on Lynn.

A charming smile played on her lips. She walked through the crowd and stood before Lynn.

"Lord Lynn, congratulations on your advancement to the Saint Mark." Her voice was sweet, with the last syllable rising in a coquettish tone.

Lynn couldn't help but shiver, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with her approach.

Looking at her smile, it all seemed so fake.

He knew very well what was hidden beneath that smiling face.

However, you're hypocritical, and I'm even more hypocritical.

Lynn's lips twitched slightly, but her smile was faint.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Marfa."

Alphonse walked over from a corner of the hall and bowed to Marfa. "Mentor."

After becoming a full-fledged wizard, Alphonse also left his apprenticeship and "graduated" from Marfa's school.

But he remains a member of the Marfa faction.

Marfa did not look at him.

She was still looking at Lynn, and her hand came out from her sleeve and gently patted Lynn's shoulder.

"Lord Lynn has a bright future ahead of him. Please take good care of us in the future."

Her fingers lingered on Lynn's shoulder for a moment before she withdrew them.

Alphonse stood to the side, head bowed, maintaining a bowing posture, while Marfa never looked at him.

Lynn glanced at Alphonse, then looked at Marfa.

"Your Excellency Marfa is too kind. I am just a newly promoted Saint Mark, and I still have a lot to learn from the seniors."

Marfa smiled and turned to leave.

Her gorgeous dress trailed on the ground, the hem brushing against the stone slabs with a soft rustling sound.

Alphonse straightened up, watched Marfa's retreating figure, turned around and walked back to the corner of the hall to continue drinking.

They didn't seem to have much respect for Marfa.

Lynn was very wary of Marfa, that treacherous woman, and used his mental energy to scan the area she had just photographed, again and again.

No findings were found.

Unconvinced, Lynn analyzed himself and the wizard's robe many more times, but still found nothing unusual.

It seems to be just a gesture of affection.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had been a little too sensitive about Marfa.

After all, he had lived in fear of her since his apprenticeship, so it was always better to be cautious.